#I need to catch the rest of the VOD later

[royalarchivist]

Pac: Do you know that Bagi and Empanada, they created a mafia?

Tina: WHAT?

[Several minutes later]

Tina: You could've lied, Pac. You could've lied. Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I'm gonna let you get away with this?

Tina went through an entire character arc during her conversation with Pac about the Pancake Mafia today!

[l0nesome-dreams]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). 

taged by @whiskygoldwings

(I hope I’m doing this right 😂 I’ve never participated in a last line challenge before! + I don’t really know who to tag 💀✨)

I’ve been feeling extremely unmotivated to draw or write within the past few days despite wanting art of my kiddos. I scrambled through my documents and found some lil snippets of dabbles I’ve got sitting around. Here is one about the dragon hybrid Voorpret AU:

Voss gave Lee a leg up into the ceiling.

“Okay next,” Voss motioned for Vance to come over to him, helping him up into the ceiling with Lee, “Jeez vod what have you been eating?” Vance poked his head out from the missing panel in the ceiling.

“Do you want help up here, or do you want to stay in the hall so the science freaks can come do experiments on you too?” He said resting his chin on his hand.

There was the sound of a door opening down the hall which alerted Voss still standing in the hall.

“Okay okay I take it back! Just get me up there!” Voss whispered loudly. 

He backed up a bit getting a running start before jumping into the air grabbing hold of his batch mates arm. Vance dragged him up, closing the panel before anyone could see them.

“You’re one to talk vod’ika. You weigh a ton.” Vance said a grin forming on his face as his brother looked up at him. 

Though his face was covered Vance knew Voss was deadpanning. 

“Come on you two we can sort this out later. Right now we’re trying to find Voor.” Lee said, crawling further down the vent system. 

The two clones followed suit crawling after her. 

“Hold up a sec,” Lee checked her vambrace, the location of where Voorpret was being held blinking softly, “we may need to get into the halls again the vents don’t seem to go that far, or at least this system of vents.” Lee sighed, continuing to crawl forwards.

They could still travel a bit further until they reached the end of the vents before they’d have to move around in the halls. This compromised their plan, but whatever shape Voorpret was in was what would determine their plan of escape. 

“How much further we-“ Vance was cut off by an agonizing scream.

They all stopped in their tracks. 

“What the kriff was that?” Voss whispered.

Lee looked down at her vambrace again.

“I don’t know, but let’s keep moving so we don’t find out.” Lee said, her voice laced with fear. 

When they did reach the end of the vents, Lee slid the panel aside and Vance lowered Voss down into the hall.

“Where is everyone? I haven’t seen a soul in this facility since we’ve been here. You sure this is the correct location?” Voss said, catching Lee as she hopped out of the vents. 

“Positive.” Lee said while removing her blasters.

Vance hopped out of the vents into his brother’s arms.

They moved against the walls keeping quiet. The trio was starting to feel uneasy at the idea that no one was here. This was a Separatist facility, they were typically crawling with people.

“This is the room.” Lee whispered, pressing the panel to open the door. 

When it slid open the trio was greeted by a massacre. Blood was splattered across parts of the walls and what looked to be a trail of blood that had been dragged from the door panel to behind an examination table. Bodies were laying around, some unrecognizable, limbs torn off, faces nothing but blood. 

“What happened here?” Vance said, flicking on his light that was attached to his helmet.

“Whatever did this,” Lee began as she stepped further into the room examining the mess, “wasn’t human.”

“They should’ve known better to keep wild animals in this place, let alone in cells like these,” Voss motioned towards the destroyed holding cell, “We’d best leave, it’s probably near by.” Voss said.

“We need to find Voorpret quick before whatever did this gets a hold of-” Vance was cut off by a creaking sound.

They all whipped around adrenaline rushing through their bodies. Nothing was there. 

“I don’t like this guys.” Lee said backing up from where the noise had come from.

She felt a drop of something cool hit the back of her neck. She looked up and nearly screamed. 

A mangled body lay over the pipes above her head Voorpret hovering over it staring down at Lee. His eyes were practically glowing, and they held an expression not that of a human, but rather a beast. So animalistic that even Lee couldn’t see through them to Voorpret himself. Pure lust for blood coursed through his begin, and something new that sent pleasant tingles through him when he caught the scent of his love. He was being driven by pure instinct at this point and no one would be able to stop his pursuit.

Lee backed away from him slowly as he climbed down from the ceiling a low, guttural growl emitting from him. 

“Voor? What’s gotten into you?” Lee said, putting her blaster away and holding her hands up, “Voorpret please stop. You’re scaring me.” 

He continued stalking towards her, Vance and Voss armed and ready to engage their threat. 

Voorpret lunged at Vance who proceeded to fire stun shots at him. Voorpret easily slid right past them, scaling the wall again. 

“Run!” Lee shouted, pushing the other two troopers out of the door nearly tripping over Voss’s foot.

They bolted down the halls of the facility splitting up. Voorpret went after Lee without any hesitation ignoring the blaster fire from his brothers. 

“LEE!!” Voss yelled as she took off down the hall, Voorpret in tow.

Lee rounded a corner not daring to look back. Voorpret slipped when he came around the corner, skidding into the wall then clamoring back up to his feet in a desperate attempt to catch his prey. Lee slammed her fist into the control panel, closing the door between them in hopes Voorpret wouldn’t be able to get to her. He obviously had no interest in either of his brothers, but Lee had no idea why he was after her specially. 

A loud scraping sound echoed through the halls as Voorpret grabbed hold of the door. Lee staggered backward as the clone began prying the door open. She took off again reaching a dead end in a large examination room. She scrambled around finding a medical cabinet to hide in breathing heavily as she heard Voorpret’s claws tapping against the cool durasteel floor. She clasped her hands over her mouth praying he wouldn’t find her.

“Oh mesh’la where’d you run off to with that pretty face of yours?” He purred, sounding awfully close to Lee’s hiding place, “You smell so good, I promise I won’t hurt you love. I just want to breed you.” He clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth. 

Lee panicked, what did he just say!? She stopped breathing when he stopped outside of the cabinet, tracing the outside of it. 

“Where are you hiding lil one?” He cooed, walking off again to Force knows where in the room.

Everything went silent for what seemed like forever then Lee inhaled sharply when Voorpret was staring at her through a crack in the cabinet. 

“Hey mesh’la.” He opened the cabinet grinning wildly at her. 

"Voorpret, please no. This isn’t a good idea we’ve only just-“ Her words caught in her throat, face heating up at the way he was looking at her, “you know what I’ll just come out there.”

Lee carefully stepped out of the cabinet instantly Voorpret’s hands went to the wall on either side of her head caging her in. He would’ve already killed her if that was his intention, clearly he had something completely different in mind.

 “So compliant for me.” He said, his hot breath fanning across her face.

He no longer had blood on his face, but the wild look in his eyes still shown through. 

“Lee!” Voss came charging into the room, Vance right on his heels, “We thought he surely killed you but, oh.” Voss shut up the instant he laid eyes on the situation.

Voorpret was licking a stripe up the column of Lee’s neck, one thigh between her legs. 

“I’ll handle this, just get back to the ship and I’ll meet you two back there.” Lee said, grabbing hold of one of Voorpret’s horns and tugging his face away from her skin, “Just please leave before he changes his mind and kills the both of you.” Lee said, shoving Voorpret off of her.

The two troopers reluctantly left Lee to fend for herself closing the door behind them. Lee grabbed her blaster, switching it over to stun. 

“Voorpret you need to snap out of it. You’re not thinking straight,” Lee said, pointing the blaster at the hybrid as he stalked over towards Lee again, “Stay back Voorpret, or I’m going to have to stun you.” She hissed, backing away from him.

Voorpret grinned wildly, tail flicking back and forth, amber eyes locked on Lee’s.

“You know that has little to no effect on me Lee,” he said, voice sweet as honey, “I’ll just hunt you down all over again. Just put it down and let me have you.” He said, his hands twitching towards Lee ever so slightly.

Lee refused to lower the weapon and when he took another step towards her she fired a stun bolt at his chest. Like he’d said it had absolutely no effect on him. Lee let out a shaky breath when Voorpret returned to his original place directly in front of Lee…

(it gets a lil spicy after that, so I’m not gonna bother posting that at the moment 😂💀)

So uh yeah… he’s a lil crazy, must be that dragon in em. RIP Lee, your efforts and sacrifice will always be remembered 🫡🫣

I don’t really know how writing about others ocs works, but man I really wanna see how people write about these hooligans.

[captainpains]

Vigilance (Commander Fox x reader)

Fun for Foxy! Enjoy!

Warnings: gn reader, vigilante reader (but like Carmen Sandiego), swearing, mentions of alcohol and unsavory acts towards women, sexual tension, flirty banter, mentions of terrorism. No beta, we die like clones!

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In the lower levels of Coruscant, where the police and clones are scarce, there is rumored to be a protector.

A vigilante.

Someone who stopped the gangs from killing the civilians. Someone who halted thieves and saved women from drunken aggressors. Someone who insured the safety of the people on the lower levels when no one else cared. Someone who had evacuated the survivors of the power station attack. Someone who always wore a bright red coat.

That someone was you.

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Fox sighed as he looked over the reports on his datapad. Paper work was never ending -- he'd hadn't slept in days. He took a sip of his caf and continued to read the report on the lower levels. The crime rate had dropped, not exponentially but enough for it to be noticable. That would be a good thing on a normal day, however, what made this stand out was the fact that the guard had been absent from the lower levels for a whole month. Fox knew this drop wasn't caused by the police force (maker knows they’re useless). He was brought out of his thoughts by a knock on his door. 

"Come in," he said tiredly, taking a sip of caf.

"Sir," the shiny saulted. "This security footage came in this morning. I think it's worth a look."

"Give it here," he ordered. The shiny handed the datapad to him, and with a second sault left back to his duties. 

Fox looked at the datapad. The footage he had was of poor quality, but from what he could tell, it may have solved his mystery. The blurry video showed what he assumed to be a break in, followed by a figure in red stopping them. The person, from what he could see, was human. The video had at least given him a lead. However, when he tried to run a facial scan on the figure in red, the still frame was such poor quality the system didn’t work.

And so started the hunt for the crimson hero.

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Months later, Fox was still working on the case. It was far from his top priority, but his curiosity had been peaked when he saw that first video. Slowly, the mysterious crimson ghost (as the guard called you) began to show up more in security footage. The commander had even managed to pick up a trail, only it proved fruitless in the end. You always managed to evade any attempted capture. 

“Cheer up, vod,” Hound said, clapping his brother on the shoulder. “That Crimson Ghost can’t avoid the guard forever.”

Fox rolled his eyes and went back to staring down at his drink. By some miracle, the rest of the guard had convinced him to join them at 79′s for drinks. He needed a break from the whiny senators. Unfortunately, it didn’t help him relax much. 

“I’m heading back...” Fox muttered as he stood up.

Despite the protest of his friends, he moved through the sea of dancing people and towards the exit of the clone bar. Once outside, Fox took a deep breath, for once appreciating the stale night air. He moved through the small crowd of people. 

Before Fox could reach the platform where taxis were waiting, he got tackled and trampled by a couple of men running away from someone. He managed to stand up just in time to see a red figure fly after the men.

The crimson ghost.

Fox broke out in a sprint chasing after them. He was not a nimble as the red figure, dodging everything that would slow the chase. It was only when the men turned down an alleyway that he had an idea to catch up. He took a shortcut through a store and exited through the back door into the alley. He slowed to a stop and looked around, seeing nothing there, he slowly continued into the alley, pulling his blaster from its hidden place in his civi jacket.

"I have to give it to you, you're persistent," a somewhat husky voice said from above.

He was prepared when you dropped down in front of him, holding his blaster in a way that he could kill you if you tried anything. You took notice of this and raised your hands to be next to your head. Fox looked over your shadowed form, checking for any hidden weapons (or so he told himself).

"And you are very hard to catch," he replied slowly.

"Nice to know that I've been keeping the Coruscant guard on their toes," you replied.

Commander Fox looked at you, a questioning look on his face. You were different than he expected. The blurry security footage of you made it seem like you were so serious, yet you were teasing him with all the mirth of a brother.

"Where are the men you were chasing?" He asked, surveying the alley.

"Have you tried looking up?" You asked back, with a teasing tone.

Fox raised a brow but slowly turned his eyes skyward. He saw the two men tied together, hanging by their feet attached to a pipeline. They were gagged and from the looks of it unconscious.

"Impressive," was all he said as he turned his eyes back towards you.

"I do have a few questions for you, but first and foremost, I'd like to thank you for single-handedly lowering the crime rate in the lower levels. That is no easy feat." He complimented you.

"Why thank you," you smiled, giving a small bow. Fox hated to admit that his heart sped up at the sight. He lowered his blaster and put it back into his jacket.

"Thank you, sir. But I can't take all the credit. A few of your men led me to some criminals a couple of times." You replied, slightly bashful.

It was weird. He hadn't expected a vigilante to be bashful, but it was endearing in a way. It meant that you weren't arrogant at least.

"I would like you to come with me," you looked at him confused when he said that. "I have a proposition for you."

"What kind of proposition?" You asked, intrigued.

"You could be an asset to the guard. I'd like to propose you working more closely with us, help patrol the lower levels," he explained. "We can discuss details."

"You'll have to buy me a drink first, commander," you quipped back.

"That can be arranged."

You looked at him slightly stunned as a shiver went down your spine at his words. You hadn't expected him to respond like that, and especially not in that tone. His voice had dropped several octaves and his tone was so... Sexual. Why did he have to say it like that?

"Oh..." Was all you responded with, dumbly.

Commander Fox simply moved to the side slightly and made a gesture for you to walk ahead of him. Before you left the alleyway, you removed your red coat, showing the commander the satchel that was hidden. You shoved the coat in your bag.

It was a quiet walk back to 79′s. You thanked Fox for holding the door open and went to the bar. Fox lagged behind a bit. When you looked over your shoulder, you saw the commander talking to some other clones from the Corrie guard. One of them slapped him on the back and they were clearly giving him a pep talk.

“Sorry about that," he apologized when walked over.

"That's fine. But I was promised a drink and yet here I am empty handed," you teased.

Fox hummed, leading you to the bar with a hand hovering near your lower back.

"What's your drink of choice?"

"Corellian Rum, please."

The commander nodded, waving his hand to get the attention of the bartender. The bartender nodded his head in acknowledgement before he holding up his finger, signaling to give him a movement. Fox turned back to you, watching as you settled into a barstool.

"Now, what is this proposal you had in mind, commander?" You asked, leaning your head on your hand.

"We need help. We have no presence in the lower levels. We can't keep them all safe." He explained, bluntly.

"And what do you need me to do?"

"You can move more freely than we can. You can also act as an informant, giving us tip offs to help manage my men."

You hummed. It was not an untrue statement. It is hard to predict underworld activity if you have no presence in the lower levels. But what would you get in return for such a deal? It seemed a little one sided.

The bartender finally came over while you were deep in thought. Fox ordered you both a glass of Corellian rum.

"And what is my payment?"

Fox shorted, "This partnership would be a off books. You wouldn't get any money."

"I was not asking about money." You gave a sly grin.

Fox smirked, intrigued. He did expect you to ask for payment. However, he thought you would want credits. But... he was willing to negotiate alternative forms of payment (forms that would be mutually beneficial).

"We can discuss that later," Fox insisted as the bartender placed your drinks in front of you. "Lets drink to making this galaxy safer."

You picked up your drink, "To a new partnership."

"To the Republic."

You both downed your drinks, small smiles on your faces. This was a great start.

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Months after the arrangement was made, you were sitting in Fox's minimal office, discussing the recent removal of a crime lord.

"It doesn't make sense. It shouldn't be that easy," you pointed out to him.

"I know. It's almost suspicious, but we can't look a gift bantha in the mouth," he replied as he finished filing the paperwork.

"But he seemed to go too easily. I've dealt with that syndicate before, and they never went down that easily," you explained, moving to sit down on one of the small velvet chairs that Fox had pillaged from the trash. You threw your legs over the armrest and settled further into the seat.

"Suspicious as it is, he's now under the strongest security that we have. You don't have to worry," he attempted to alleviate your worry.

"Yeah, Crimson, you don't have to worry a hair on your pretty little head," Thire exclaimed as he walked in, datapad in hand. He patted your foot as he walked by.

"I told you not to call me that," you chastised him with a huff.

"Crimson or pretty?" He jokingly asked as he handed the datapad to Fox.

"You know which one I mean."

"Do I really?"

You huffed at him. Thire smiled and left the office. There was a moment of comfortable silence before Fox cleared his throat.

"It's late," he stated plainly.

You hummed in response, not understanding what he meant to imply.

"You should head home," he replied, putting the datapad on the desk.

"I'm fine here," you said, nonchalantly.

"You shouldn't stay up late..."

"Are lecturing me on staying up late? When's the last time you got a good night's sleep?" You fired back, closing your eyes.

"You have-"

"With all due respect commander, if you expect others to follow your lead, you can't be a hypocrite. If you want me to sleep, then you should go to bed, too," you explained, letting your eyes shut. You smiled at the frustrated growl that left his throat. He knew you right.

"Fine... If I call it a night, will you go home," he conceded.

"Yes, but I want you to actually go to sleep. I'll ask Thorn in the morning and if you didn't sleep, I'll stop bringing you caf," you stood up and grabbed his arm, pulling him towards the door.

"I hate you..." Fox muttered.

"You know you love me," you replied coyly.

He knew you were right on that too.

[citrusinicake]

snowsancuary evidence collection

some of these may not be as significant as the rest but whatever

warning for mild horror, mentions/implications of stalking, and scopophobia

header: link (can get a copy by replacing edit with copy)

header with brightness, saturation, and contrast turned up, doesn't seem like anything's hidden but maybe i did it wrong idk

actual doc has a prose in playfair display font that i will call the mesite poem, it has generally proper punctation with the exception of a few misspellings which im guessing are not intentional (unless they are?), strangely placed commas which im not sure are intentional or not (i dont read poems idk how they work lol), and a few strangely capitalized letters: R U E T H E D A Y M E S I T E (RUE THE DAY MESITE)

it references a few things from the castle arc such as a snow abode which is later referred to as a cage (zam's base, his safe space later turning into a hostile one), the bird singing to those it should not (zam talking and teaming with ppl dualityduo dont approve of or even actively hostile towards), the bird going out to eat bugs and worms then hiding in the dark (the eating is possibly(?) a reference to zam only ever killing ppl when he needs to/when he thinks theyre evil and then hiding away in his base for the rest of the time), the dog lifting the bird with its two bruised hands to its heart (could be a reference to ro and mapicc and team awesome but maybe im reaching), a feeling of freedom and confidence due to being flightless and therefore disadvantaged and having nothing to lose (zam losing like 14 hearts or something), the bird that starts fearing the dog that stalks outside its cage (mapicc literally stalking zam in mc and zam slowly getting increasingly paranoid each time)

it also specifically mentions the 30th (i didnt watch the streams and havent caught up with the vods yet so idk if thats referencing anything) amd a red house on the street

mesite according to wikipedia (made the interesting parts bold):

"The mesites (Mesitornithidae) are a family of birds that are part of a clade (Columbimorphae) that include Columbiformes and Pterocliformes. They are smallish flightless or near flightless birds endemic to Madagascar. They are the only family with more than two species in which every species is threatened (all three are listed as vulnerable).

"The mesites are forest and scrubland birds that feed on insects and seeds; brown and white-breasted mesites forage on the ground, gleaning insects from underneath leaves as well as low vegetation. The subdesert mesite uses its long bill to probe in the soil. Other birds, such as drongos and flycatchers, will follow mesites to catch any insects they flush out or miss. Mesites are vocal birds, with calls similar to a passerine song, used for territorial defence. Two or three white eggs are laid in a stick-built nest located in a bush or on a low branch. The Mesitornis species are monogamous while Monias benschi is polygamous and, unlike the other two, shows significant sexual dichromatism.

"Historically, mesites’ phylogenetic relationships were not very clear; they have been allied with the Gruiformes, Turniciformes and Columbiformes. Recent phylogenomic studies support Pterocliformes (sandgrouse) as the sister group of mesites while some more recent studies place this clade with another clade constituted of Columbiformes and Cuculiformes (cuckoos)."

mesite according to rankred.com:

"Brown Mesite is a flightless bird species found only in Madagascar’s humid evergreen forests. The Brown Mesite is classified as a vulnerable species. Due to its preference to remain in low altitude regions of the forest, where dogs and other common predators are widespread, they are an easy target to prey upon. Loss of habitat is also a major factor for their declining population."

bio: binary code

[01001111 01100011 01110100 01101111 01100010 01100101 01110010] translates to [october]

log 24: weird smiley

the fact that this is the first log implies that the first 23 logs were writtenon the walls which i would honestly like to see

log 25: morse code

[- …. . .-. . … / … --- -- . - …. .. -. --. / -- .. … … .. -. --.] translates to [theres something missing]

the tag before it says [i cant put my finger on it.], idk if tag order was intentional or not, probs doesnt matter either way lol

log 27: cheating scandal

idk just thought it was something to take note of for later

log 28: crown

the only log so far with the crown symbol

could just be because of the competition

log 29: only one with 1 dot at the title rather than 2

milk post: red, first evidence of stalking

log 31: binary code

leads to this link which leads to this picture (poated for those who cant access it):

original vs edited

no idea what the text behind says, interesting that this is specifically on the log that mentions getting robbed and "him"

to watch post: purple, idk theres just something weird about it

the fact its not a log and the fact that zam seems irritated in the drawing means theres a non-zero cahmce he didnt write it

[enigmatist17]

Catch me thinking about my Rex time travels back AU right after he dies.

Part 1 , 2 3 for those wondering

I'd like to imagine the one thing Rex would feel, above anything else, is guilt. He sees all those he couldn't save when helping Ahsoka survive Order 66, men he knows will fall in battles that have yet to come, men who survive only to be preyed upon by the Empire, and men who fade away into nothing after realizing they'd murdered Jettii or Padawans, they murdered children

He holds the guilt of not knowing why Tup died, the guilt of holding Fives as he dies so close to saving them all, the guilt of watching Anakin spiral without being able to see why the first time.

He feels like he's drowning in it half the time, or being suffocated every time he sees a face he'd lost so long ago. Having been alone for so long, and now being thrust back into the height of being able to turn and see vod for miles is killing him, and eventually he cracks.

Captain Gregor is out on assignment with his Commando squad when he's ordered to rendezvous with the Negotiator once his team has finished. He's only ever seen the ship once, but he and his men are a bit excited, and after several days they finally have the chance to do so. Their enthusiasm turns skeptical when they're first ordered to the medbay, where Marshal Cody is awaiting them with a look on his face that sends the Commando's into overdrive.

"We will explain everything when you wake up."

Suspicions run high, but when they emerge from some sort of surgery a few hours later, they all agree on the same thing.

The dream they all shared was gone for the first time in their lives.

They get a confidential run-down on the chips, and while the news was upsetting, Cody assures them they are well on the way to figuring out this whole mess. Gregor is asked to stay when they're dismissed, and Cody reveals that he's needed to help another.

"Captain Rex was the one who somehow traveled back here, and he needs you. I know you don't have a framework for your friendship, but Rex does, and he needs all the friends he can get right now."

"if you say so sir." Gregor wasn't sure what to think, but knew that Cody wouldn't be this concerned if this wasn't a pressing issue, so he's shuttled to the nearby hidden Resolute.

Rex is holed up in his quarters, and at first doesn't respond to Gregor entering his personal space. The man looks haggard, and Gregor can only wonder what horrors the man has lived through only to come back to the beginning, so the Commando sets his bucket on the singular desk and plops himself beside the other.

"I may not know you right now, but I'd like to." Gregor hums when he notices Rex looking over, and gives a full grin. "C'mon, lets get you in the fresher, you stink."

"Says the man who never used one." The retort slips out like Rex has said it a million times, and Gregor barks out a laugh.

"Does sound like me." The smile Rex gives doesn't reach his eyes, but it's a step. "Now shoo, I'm willing to share my special ration."

"What is it?"

"Something called joopa meat."

Gregor pretends not to hear the crying in the fresher as he messages for his team to join the Resolute, and Rex seems a lot less tense when he emerges sometime later. Sitting among Gregor and his unit is the first time Rex hasn't focused on his guilt, sharing stores of their time saving clones and eventually settling down, and in turn hears some exploits of the group that impress the 501st captain quite a bit. Rex eventually dozes off against the other captain without a moments hesitation, and while Gregor was unsure of what to do, notices that Rex doesn't tense when he's scooped up and deposited onto the bed.

"Well...not what I was expecting to do today." There are some murmurs of agreements as his men settle down for some rest, eventually leaving Gregor to watch over them all.

He doesn't know Rex yet, but can't wait to learn more.

[ktrivia]

A Sniper’s Competition

Summary:

The Republic had many humanized weapons in this war but all of them were well known by the Separatist forces. All of them but me, that is. The Republic brought me in at the beginning of this war to be one of their secret weapons. A sniper who could go undercover and stay unknown to the enemy. As the war grows closer to a close, the Republic is sending me on a new mission, one that includes four experimental clones. Which another sniper, who was known for his disdain for others, already in the squad, things were sure to get interesting.

Author’s note:

I’m posting this from mobile and will clean it up when I get to a computer! Hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think or if you want to be tagged!

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Chapter 5

The Cyber Center was a quick jog away so we reached it quickly. Rex commanded that Crosshair and I would remain outside while the rest of them breached the inside of the building. When we were just in sight of the building, I broke formation and quickened my pace to catch up to Rex. The rest of the group regarded me curiously for my move, but no one commented.

“Rex,” I muttered when I reached his side. He tilted his head slightly toward me, signaling he was listening. “I know what you’re hoping to find when you get in there, but I need you to stay focused, ok?”

At my words, he tensed slightly. It wouldn’t have been noticeable to most, but I had experienced Rex at his most stressed before. The way his shoulder blades would slightly pinch and hands clench a tiny bit more around his blaster. He was hoping to find some trace of Echo when he infiltrated that building and I didn’t want that hope to somehow kill him.

“I mean it, Rex. I care too much about you to let you run in there distracted,” I added. He relaxed again and nodded, answering me softly.

“I’ll be careful. Promise.”

“Good luck, Vod,” I said before dropping my pace again to fall back. None of the other soldiers made any motion signifying they’d overheard our conversation except for Hunter who gave me a small nod. I went to move behind Crosshair again, but he muttered for me to stay in front of him. I brushed it off and fell in line.

Following Rex’s command, Crosshair and I quickly found a perch to keep an eye on the situation and take out the clankers outside of the building. Once we were in position, the infiltration began. The Batch went first, followed by the two members of the 501st. As they moved, Crosshair and I began taking out targets.

I should have known working with him wouldn’t be simple though.

“Would you stop taking out my targets?” I grumbled. For the second time he had taken out the droid I had been aiming for. As I moved my sight to the next target, I saw it go down from a perfect shot in the head. The shithead was doing it on purpose. He must have been checking the tilt of my blaster before he lined up his next shot.

“Do better then,” he answered dryly. A moment later he cursed. I had done the same back to him. I quickly remembered that, while it would be amusing to keep messing with him, we were on a mission.

“Then let’s make it a competition,” I offered, swinging the barrel of my rifle to the outskirts of the droids to avoid his aim. “But if you take out the droid in the other person’s sights then you’re disqualified.”

A dark chuckle left him.

“What happens when I win?” He questioned. A low growl ripped through me at the insinituation of my lesser skill.

“What do you want if you manage to beat me?” As I spoke I continued taking out targets.

“The winner gets the loser’s lips in any place they want,” Crosshair said, voice dropping. My core clenched at what he was implying, but I stayed focused. Never one to back down from a challenge, I answered.

“Deal.”

For an unknown amount of time we worked in tandem to take out the droids that filtered in and out of the building. It was easy to lose track of time during a mission like this. The constant searching for a new target, lining up the shot, and taking it was monotonous while also being a mental challenge. Checking angles, tracking movement, and determining distance kept part of the mind busy while the repetitive actions calmed another part.

From the corner of my eye, I could see a few droids running in from further out, angling towards the rear entrance of the Cyber Center. The angle wasn’t optimum to try and shoot from my prone position. Recalling Crosshair’s height when he was kneeling before I called for the change of position.

“Knees, Cross.”

He quickly understood my command and shot up, one knee on the ground with the other leg stabilizing in front of him. His face had never moved from its place against the scope of his rifle as he rose, shots firing the second he was stable. I went to the side without his blaster and rested my blaster on his shoulder, quickly zeroing in on the distant droids. I braced my front against him, using his back for stability. With four quick shots, I took them out, removing the threat from the rear completely. When Crosshair felt me ease against him, the bastard opened his mouth.

“That’s the last time you tell me to get on my knees while we’re still clothed.”

I reddened under my helmet and would have snarked back if the comms didn’t go off.

“Crosshair, we’re going to need a lift,” Hunter said, blaster fire sounding close to him. With the higher vantage point, I quickly located a speeder.

“There,” I said, gesturing to it for Crosshair to see.

“Not going to be a problem,” he answered to Hunter. We began our trek to the speeder the same way we had been shooting. Crosshair was lower to the ground in front while I stood taller in the back covering us from behind. We made it there without incident. When we reached the edge of the brush, we looked at each other.

“You go left, I’ll circle from the right,” he said. What should have been a command sounded more like an offer. I nodded in agreement and we moved out. I lowered my sniper and pulled my smaller blaster again, taking out each droid I encountered. I could see Crosshair taking some droids out with a close up shot while others he would dismantle with physical attacks.

We reached the speeder at the same time.

“You drive, I’ll cover us,” I said. This time it was him who nodded in agreement with me as we boarded the speeder. I quickly cleared it of the single droid that stood on it and Crosshair started the vehicle and tore towards where his brothers were. As we moved I took down the droids around us, making sure no one could shoot us from our exposed position.

When we reached Jesse, Wrecker and Hunter, they climbed aboard the speeder.

“Head to the back,” Hunter ordered. “That’s where Tech and Rex will be coming from.” The speeder started moving towards the rear of the building and with the other men on board shooting too, I could relax slightly in my position. Four blasters was better than one in this case. Taking the calmer moment to my advantage, I moved closer to Crosshair.

“Alright Cross, the game ends here. What was your total?” I questioned as I took another shot. In the back of my mind I had been counting every single droid I downed. I was confident I had won this little competition the Sniper had set the stakes for. All of my cover fire on the speeder had added to my total.

“More than you,” he said, a smirk clear in his tone.

“Don’t make shit up,” I replied with a grunt as I fired again. “What was the total?”

“One hundred and two,” he answered. I balked under my helmet. That was impossible. I had only gotten eighty seven.

“While you were focused on those droids in the distance, which I’m sure Rex and Tech will appreciate, a squadron of thirty came in from our right in tight formation. They went down quickly and easily.”

I remained silent, recalling the events in my head and cursed when I remembered the blur of motion I had seen and felt while I made my shots.

“Don’t worry mesh’la, I already know exactly where you’re putting those lips when we get back to base,” he commented as we pulled to a halt next to the base, waiting for Rex and Tech. Behind me, I could hear Hunter cursing and telling Crosshair to keep his dick in his pants in Mando’an. Movement pulled my attention to the base exit as Rex and Tech appeared.

Immediately, I knew something was wrong. Very wrong. Rex’s helmet was off. He was a seasoned soldier and a captain in the middle of a war zone. He reflexively should have put his bucket back on. On top of that, his normally tan skin was pale, making it blend in with his blonde buzz cut. I jumped off the speeder to the ground to cover them and intercept him.

“Rex, are you hurt?” I called to him. His eyes shot to mine and while they were focused enough for incoming threats, there was something off about them. I quickly scanned his armor for disfigurement, looking for blaster holes and spotted none. When he reached me, he stopped at my side while Tech climbed aboard.

“He’s alive,” he said, voice cracking. “He’s actually alive.”

“Who?” I questioned, needing him to confirm it for me even though I could guess who he meant.

“Echo’s alive.”

I wasn’t prepared for the reaction I would have. The sudden reality of the situation hit me hard. I had mourned for Echo deeply. Our friendship had been as close as Rex and I were, now. The knowledge that he was actually alive clanged through me with a force so hard it made me drop to my knees.

I could hear my name being called from beside me but it was muffled. One word rang in my skull; alive. I could hear blaster shots now as a set of arms pulled me to my feet and dragged me onto the speeder. I could see Rex firing his blaster at the approaching droids as he retreated onto the vehicle. The strong arms pulled me to the back of the speeder and sat me down, not letting me go as I collapsed into them.

The speeder quickly zipped forward, marking our official retreat, but there was a different driver. Tech now sat in the driver’s seat as he deftly dodged obstacles in front of us. Rex stood to his side, helmet now on, and covered him. In front of me, I took in Hunter and Wrecker who were rapidly glancing back and forth between our surroundings and me, which only left Crosshair.

My head swiveled to the person the arms were attached to. It felt like I was moving through sludge. His helmet was off, and he was speaking but the words couldn’t pierce my consciousness. His gloved hands roamed my body but not in a sexual way. There was a slight panic in his squinted eyes as they moved over my body. My helmet was pulled from my head and fresh air whipped against my bare face. Injuries. He was checking me for injuries. The recollection of where we were was like a bucket of ice water being poured over me.

With a gasp I sucked in air, breaking through my haze. Crosshair’s voice was the first thing I heard. He was calling my name.

“Kriff, did you get shot or not?”

“No,” I said, voice coming out in a croak. His narrow shoulders slumped in relief as he cursed.

“You can’t scare me- us, like that,” he muttered. His arm was still around my shoulders and I leaned into it, craving that reassuring weight.

“You’re sure you’re not hurt?” He confirmed, other hand grasping my chin and angling me to look in his eyes.

“I’m not injured,” I answered. Physically, I was fine, but something about what Rex had told me had messed with my head.

“Rex?” I called. He turned to face me and removed his helmet, a pained expression held there. “You’re sure?”

“It was his number and voice,” he said with a heavy sigh. I didn’t know how he was holding it together. His brother was, presumably, alive.

With one final scan of our surroundings, Rex must have deemed us safe enough because he moved to the back of the speeder and knelt in front of me.

“You scared us back there. What happened, Vod?” Rex questioned as he grasped my gloved hand in his. He glanced at Crosshair, clearly not entirely comfortable with him being so close to me at all, let alone during this conversation. Crosshair squeezed my shoulder before unwinding himself from me and standing. I hadn’t realized it, but I had been almost sitting on his lap. He moved to the front of the vehicle to speak with Tech, but I could see him checking back on me frequently.

“It’s terrible, but you guys are conditioned for loss. You’re taught you’ll lose your brothers from your first lessons on Kamino. It’s horrific and no one should ever be conditioned that way, but you are,” I explained. Rex didn’t take offense, he only nodded along.

“I wasn’t originally a soldier. You know my background. There was loss, but not on the scale of this war. When I started losing you guys, my friends, I guess I compartmentalized it. I put all those losses into the back corner of my mind after I had mourned for them. When you said Echo was alive, I think it ripped open that corner. People don’t come back from death, but Echo might have and I wasn’t ready for that. How could either of us have been ready for that, Rex?”

He gave me a sad grin.

“We’ll find him,” he said, determination strong in his tone. “We’ll get him back. We deserve this one win.”

“Are you ok?” I asked him, searching his eyes for the answer.

“I will be,” he replied. And with that he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him. How long we stayed like that was a mystery as we took solace and strength from each other

Taglist: @1fineslytherin @buddee @possiblyexisting @ttzamara @angstforce99 @crosshairscyare @rndmpeep

[jate-kara]

"Don't make it into a big deal" with Cody and Fox?

"Don't make it into a big deal."

Cody caught the warning. He didn't catch the projectile. It smacked into the side of his head with a dull thud, bouncing off his shoulder pauldron and rolling across the floor until it came to rest against the wall of Fox's office.

Cody stared at the little package for a moment, then cast Fox an appraising look. "I come halfway across the galaxy to visit you, and this is how you greet me: by attacking me with your lunch."

Fox didn't spare him so much as a glance. "One: it's not my lunch. It's uj cake I got for you. Two: you came to Coruscant to resupply, not to see me."

Cody rolled his eyes and leaned forward, propping one hand on the desk between them and plopping the other on Fox's head. "Your hair's longer than regs allow," he announced, and ruffled the curls. "That's going on your record."

Fox swatted him away. "Just take the damn cake and go," he grumbled, scrubbing at his eyes. "I have work to do."

Cody eased upright again, taking a step back to take it in. Fox, if he noticed the withdrawal, didn't comment on it; his eyes were back on his datapad. There was the shadow of a beard on his jaw, Cody noted, and a distant, empty glint in his gaze. Fox scrolled back up on the 'pad and stared blankly at it, as if by will alone he could force himself to comprehend and retain its contents.

"Hey," Cody called softly, and took hold of the 'pad. Fox's bleary eyes followed him, but he made no move to resist the abrupt seizure of his paperwork, nor did he protest Cody helping him to his feet a moment later.

"You need rest," Cody murmured.

"I need to finish my work."

"It'll still be there tomorrow."

Fox shrugged, maybe in agreement, maybe in accession, and took one unsteady step forward. His momentum moved him farther right than center, and he staggered, flailing for a handhold until he found it in Cody's shoulder.

"Do I want to ask how long it's been since you slept?" Cody asked, and hoped it sounded like good-natured teasing and not aching worry. His breath caught, once, before he steadied it. He couldn't take care of all of his brothers, all of the time.

But he'd be damned if he didn't try.

"Come on," Cody said, wrapping an arm around Fox's shoulders and guiding him toward the door. "I've got you, vod."

"Thanks," Fox mumbled.

Cody nudged him. "Hey," he said. "Don't make it into a big deal."

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[wolffe-simp]

A Clones Padawan (18+)

Another 3am piece of work

Pairing: Reader x Wolffe

Warnings: Smut, established relationship, creeping around, marking, Dom!Wolffe, V in P, unprotected, Wolffe wanting to be a baby maker, Jealous!Wolffe

Wolffe can't control himself when someone tries to flirt with his Padawan.

The music seeped into the body of the female as she danced to the beat, her very being trembling with the vibration of the speakers. While her skills for graceful movements were usually used in lightsaber training with her master and other Jedi, (Y/N) enjoyed the rare moments where she got to dance and let go, to be herself in one single moment.

After many weeks spent on the battlefield, the Padawan of Plo Koon just wanted to enjoy a night out with her clones. Sinker and Boost had "persuaded" her to tag along, telling her that the whole squad, including Commander Wolffe were going to be there. The thought of her Commander, her secret clone boyfriend, giving into the pestering of his brothers had made her giggle to herself, telling her friends that she would see them later on. Moments of self enjoyment were rare but getting to spend time with her Commander were even rarer. She had spent the rest of the day picking out the perfect outfit, fixing her hair and applying the right amount of make up to try and drive Wolffe mad.

Her mission to tease her Commander was what had led her to the dance floor, moving her hips to the beat. She threw her hair over her shoulder, sparing a glance to the table where the Wolfpack usually occupied. Most of the lads were locked in conversations with clones from other squads that had decided to join them. Yet he sat there, eyes transfixed on her figure, fingers tightening around the glass in his hand, imagining her body beneath the dress that hugged her features. She made eye contact with Wolffe, wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue as she threw him a wink. She watched his jaw tighten, trying to keep himself composed, not wanting his brothers to take notice of his slowly crumbling composure. There was nothing in this galaxy as beautiful as her, the second his general had introduced her to the pack, he had been transfixed by her sheer beauty. A goddess that had somehow fallen as deeply in love with him as he had with her, the fact that only he got to hold her, please her, made flames of arousal spread through his veins.

The music changed to a low song, causing her to let out a small breathless laugh. She moved away from the dance floor, heading to the bar to order herself a drink before she returned to her squadron. As she leaned against the bar, the air rippled around her, the force alerting her of the presence that appeared by her side. Slowly, she turned her head to face the person, raising a thin eyebrow at the man in the seat next to her. He wasn't a clone, that was for sure, from what she could see, he was a green, plump male of a race unknown to her and looking her up and down with dark beady eyes.

"Hello beautiful, can I buy you a drink?" He tried to purr at her, the words only coming out as slurred syllables.

"No thank you, I can buy my own," She replied as the bartender brought her, her drink.

She picked it up, moving to make a quick get away when the man suddenly took her by the wrist, jerking her in his direction. She leaned away in disgust as he leaned towards her, his breath stinking of both alcohol and rotten fish.

"Just one, little drink." He insisted.

"I said no, now release me." She snapped in return.

Before he could say anymore, the man was suddenly ripped away from her and slammed against the side of the bar. Wolffe practically growled and he held the man by his shirt, eyes alight with pure, burning fury.

"She said no, take the hint or you'll be swallowing your teeth." Wolffe snarled lowly. "Do. You. Understand. Me?"

The man was whimpering in the presence of the clone commander, intimidated by the sheer anger radiating from him. He couldn't find his voice, so nodded quickly, letting Wolffe know that he more that understood what would happen if he bothered you again. Wolffe slammed him into the bar again for one final measure before letting him go, watching the man stumble into the small crowds of clones scattered around. A few had seen the transaction and glowered at the man, while a few others came to the aid of their vod and led the man outside, likely to follow through with Wolffe's threat or to intimidate the man enough to ensure he never came back.

Wolffe was still shaking with rage, his hand clenching and unclenching by his sides. (Y/N) reached out a hand to rest on his arm but he recoiled from the touch and stormed outside. Worried that she had done something wrong or that he was going to get himself in trouble, the Padawan put her drink down and raced after him, wanting to make sure he was okay. She followed him a few blocks away from the club before he stopped, allowing her to catch up with him, his back still turned to her. Once she finally reached him, he suddenly grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into the closest alley, pinning her to a wall.

"Wolf-"

His name barely left her lips before her was silencing her with his mouth, hot and heavy. She whined softly into the kiss, eyes fluttering close as her hands fisted into the material of his shirt, pulling him closer. The kiss was rough and intoxicating, arousal sparking in the pit of (Y/N)'s stomach. They were lost in each other, both we desperate to have the other, especially after not being able to alone for so long. But after her display and the audacity of that drunkard trying to take what belongs to the commander, the dam finally broke, their self control giving way to the need to feel the others body against their own. After a moment, Wolffe pulled away, dark eyes taking in the red, kiss swollen lips of his precious Padawan. She was breathless, panting softly with parted lips, making the Commander smirk down at her. His large hands stroked down her sides, sliding down to her backside so he could lift her up, giving her a moment to wrap her legs securely around his waist.

Normally, Wolffe would want to take things slow, to show (Y/N) how much he loved her, to tease her until she was begging for him to take her. But something feral had taken over him, making him want to do nothing more than fuck his love until she was screaming his name, until she was filled to the brim with his seed. The thought of her carrying his child suddenly crept into his mind, enticing a low, rumbling growl from the depths of his chest. His lips moved to her neck, biting harshly into the skin as he pressed his body into hes, his arousal grinding against her core.

The feeling of him grinding against her made her moan wantonly, her hands reaching down to push down his pants, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her. He groaned when he felt one of her hands slip past the waistband of his blacks, slender fingers wrapping around the hardened flesh of his manhood, stroking along his length for a few seconds before pulling him from his confinements. There was no slow burn, no teeth rotting romance, no dirty talk, no pleading, only one simple need.

She gasped, hand gripping his shoulders when she felt him push her panties to the side, giving himself access to her core. For a split second, he ran his manhood through her fold, allowing her juices to slick him up but to also give her a moment to back out. Instead, she pulled him into a seering kiss, whimpering as he slammed into her with one powerful thrust. He didn't wait for her to adjust, simply pressed her further into the wall, pulling almost all the way out before surging back into the depths of her sex.

She cried into his mouth, allowing him to swallow her noises of pleasure as he continued to slam into her, her legs tightening around his waist to draw him in more. Wolffe groaned, finger digging harshly into her hips as he took her, bruising her with the mark of his fingertips. (Y/N) pulled away from the kiss to bury her head in his neck, growing more vocal as began to thrust faster, plunging into her even harder.

He could feel her walls trying to clamp around him every time he went to pull out, felt them quiver in excitement when he brushed against them to seek out the spot that would make her scream. She was practically sobbing against him, feeling him fill her like no other, feeling the jab of his manhood against the entrance to her womb. The heat inside her was growing, building into a raging fire, growing hotter with every thrust. The alley echoed with the sound of skin slapping against the skin, the sinful voices of their pleasure bouncing off the walls and fading into the night. Both could feel themselves growing closer to their releases, it had been so long since they had done this that it was almost impossible for them to hold on for much longer. (Y/N) could feel the falter of Wolffe's hips, his movements becoming erratic. Wolffe slipped a hand between them, fingers circling her clit and making her keen. He toyed with the bundle of nerves, feeling her tighten around him like a vice, making it harder for him to push deeper into her. She felt his lips on her neck, feeling his teeth sink into her tender flesh, the pain and the pleasure making her cry out as the fire inside her erupted. Her insides quivered around him as he continued to fuck into her, riding her through her climax until he buried himself as deep inside her as possible, spilling his seed into her awaiting womb.

They stood there, panting softly as they basked in each others presence and the aftermath of their releases. (Y/N) left soft kisses along the length of his neck whole Wolffe ran his hands soothingly up and down her sides.

"I should try and make you jealous more often if this is what happens." She mumbled into his skin.

Wolffe chuckled softly, turning his head to place a gently kiss against the side of her head.

"I'll just have to start punishing you Mesh'la."

His words made her moan at the image of being punished, not realising how enticing the idea sounded until now.

Wolffe pulled out of her, setting her down gently before tucking himself back into his pants. They made themselves look more presentable before leaving the alleyway, making their way back towards the barracks and the Jedi Temple, both feeling more relaxed.

"You know I love you right?" (Y/N) suddenly blurted out, the scene of the creepy guy playing on her mind.

"Yeah, I know and I love you too."

[blackkatmagic]

More AUs along that line? You’re trying to kill us with quality content, aren’t you?

It’s hard to find a dark corner on a cruiser built to make every inch useable, but after a week Jon's finally managed to pick a spot that’s out of the way, high up on a platform that was probably forgotten during construction or repairs. It’s more visible than he would like, but Jon is good at making himself small when he needs to. He wraps himself in his cloak, hunkers down with his back against the exposed pipes and his boots braced on a beam, and wraps his wounds in peace.

He shouldn’t have gotten wounded. He knows better, is better. Jon is fully aware of it, and that edge of grim-dark awareness makes each roll of the bandage a recrimination. Dark Woman trained him, honed him. He should be better.

No attachments, Jon tells himself, and pulls the bandage tight. Ties it off, then moves on to the next cut across his arm. The rest he healed, but—he’s tired. Too tired for the delicate, precise work of healing.

He shouldn’t be tired, either.

The sound of boots on metal makes him pause, and Jon tips his head. Clone troopers, he thinks, and doesn’t have to glance over the side to know he’s right. All different in the Force, but—uniform in their training, their discipline. He can pick a clone trooper out of a crowd just for that.

“Kriff,” a quiet voice says, and there's a thump, a helmet set down on the strategy table, then a creak of armor as the trooper leans next to it. “Hell of a fight.”

“Back at it as soon as the third sun sets, vod,” the other one says, calm, and Jon just catches a flash of orange paint below him. One of the 212th troopers, then, likely evacuated with the 501st when the planet’s temperature started to rise.

Jon almost stayed. He could have. He stares down at his bloody knuckles, breathing steadily, and tightens his fingers into fists. If he hadn’t had Kenobi yelling in his ear, that padawan half-collapsed from blood loss next to him, he would have stayed, kept chasing the droids, kept chasing Grievous.

Durge almost beat him. Compared to him, Grievous won't be a challenge.

There's a low groan, exhausted, and a thump as the trooper slides down to sit, head falling back against the edge of the table. The edge of armor Jon can see is blue, and he picks out the pauldron, the tally marks scratched into a vambrace. “Don’t remind me, kriff,” the 501st’s captain complains, stretching a boot out. His armor is stained dark grey with ash.

With a quiet snort, the 212thtrooper crouches down next to him. Jon studies him for a moment, picks out the edge of a scar curved around his eye—Obi-Wan’s commander, then. Jon hadn’t realized he’d gotten aboard the Resolute. But then, the retreat was chaotic, almost too late. The droids had held them on the planet too long, had sprung a trap that kept the transports from returning. Jon is going to hear the sound of those cannons in his dreams tonight, he already knows.

“’Least you’ve got a Jedi,” the 212th’s commander says ruefully, and Jon closes his eyes. He doesn’t want to hear this. For a moment he even thinks about teleporting away, folding himself back to the quarters assigned to him, but—

It’s a waste of his strength. Frivolous use of the Force when he’s going to need every ounce of his power later. Jon breathes, and rejects the urge. Dark Woman would have berated him for even entertaining the thought.

There's a quiet huff. “Do I?” the captain asks, and there's a grim edge to it. “Not a lot of leading happening down there.”

Jon stares down at the fraying bandage around his wrist, half-covered by his threadbare sleeve. Doesn’t move, doesn’t let himself have a reaction, just breathes.

[420technoblazeit]

I’m gonna watch ur elysium stream now is there anything I need to be caught up abt ur character b4? (Like did u appear on other ppl’s streams first and then started streaming)

oh hcrist ok so. here's a speedrun for all of the lore since the end of renn's resurrection arc

vod of c!aster's fever dream (takes place during their time exploring the the world outside of haven. aster meets an allay in their dreams. electron the blue mage also makes an appearance, he's a powerful mysterious guy who's probably not human and no one knows all that much about. a dream version of renn shows up too and aster confronts their guilt about their experiments. prime anst here gamers)

they make a bunch of appearances on other people's stream with invisibility potions. the usual c!aster lurking. they don't chat or interact with anyone but people commonly notice someone lingering with invis on and opening chests and whatnot. theyre very bad at this lux shoots them with a flaming arrow at some point and c!aster gripes about it on kota's law day stream. they also leave lux an angry message and fuck around in his room later

meeting with kota! i don't think kota's uploaded a cut video of this stream yet but a quick summary: aster introduces themself officially to kota and soleil. they also meet up with renn which makes this a breach of their contract with sleep. surely htis will not have consequences. the captain is also there and is vaguely threatening towards aster aster warns kota against sleep, hangs out a bit, and makes friends with soleil. renn mentions finding a copy of themself in their enderchest? wack i wonder what's going on there. aster pays everyone off later to keep this meeting a secret

catching up with the skelly man. this is sleep's first ever lore stream. he finds aster lurking around the anchor vault and they trade insults, the usual dynamic, before going to the castle to discuss aster's responsibilities. aster's very flippant about this and brushes sleep off for the most part before agreeing to move in to continue their experiments under his supervision a fun time if i do say so myself i had fun being an asshole to c!sleep. also important: they mention buildings they found in their time away from haven and figuring out who they were before waking up. their enderchest contents have also apparently changed. they mention asking renn about their enderchest contents and sleep flips his lid general takeaway is aster has had some time to kind of collect themself and stand up more to sleep. theyre also going to be able to continue their experiments in a safer environment

okay NOW we get to law day. i slept in so. this starts pretty abruptly. my computer also overheated partway through so defer to kota's vod here starting at 1:30:00 ish for the rest of it including his conversation with aster. aster sneaks into the law day community meeting and continues brushing shit off, clowning around with soleil, and prodding sleep IMPORTANT NOTES:

this is c!aster's first time meeting anathema so if you're watching the video and youre confused. so are they. according to everybody in haven anathema's been doing some warcrimes, some of which mentioned in the vod include burning down a shop and destroying navn's anchor (sleep said in his vod that he was actually the one to destroy navn's anchor so. he framed anathema on that part)

aster offers anathema some pumpkin pie to get on his good side because they know it's very likely anathema's not as bad as sleep makes him out to be

angel (who's kind of renn's mom) and the captain (knows about aster's shady stalking and fucking around in the castle) both seem on guard against aster. which ofc in turn makes aster a bit paranoid

more soleil and aster shenanigans. they approve of soleil's general fuck this government attitude and questioning of sleep

post law day kota and aster have a chat. aster mentions wanting to trust sleep but cites the arguments during law day as proof that he probably hasn't changed from being a manipulative fuck they also tell kota that sleep has blackmail material against them because they fucked up bad in the past. this is another breach of contract for everyone keeping track. sleep now legally has double rights to kill them on sight if he finds out. kota also explains about anathema. whether or not aster believes him about how horrible anathema is remains to be seen

[royalarchivist]

Wilbur's QSMP VOD Timestamps

Stream date: April 19 [VOD link will be added later]

Wilbur forgot to upload his VOD, so here's the important timestamps / summary of today's QSMP stream for folks who missed it. Once again; I recommend that everyone takes notes of important timestamps from whatever QSMP streams they watch to help other fans out.

Wilbur

12m - Wilbur says he talks about Tallulah when he's with the rest of Lovejoy all the time

12m 30s - Wilbur finds the kindergarten invite to the Eggs from Quackity

13m 20s - Wilbur reunites with Tallulah

16m 45s - Tallulah says Chayanne has been protecting her, and Wilbur is glad, saying Chayanne is very strong. Wilbur says Chayanne and Phil are good people who will look after her, and he trusts them.

18m 30s - Talullah tells Wilbur about her first day of school, and Wilbur finds out Quackity is her teacher

20m - Wilbur says he and Quackity are "pretty good friends"

22m 30s - Wilbur says they need to "catch up" with everyone else and tells Talullah he wants to make a farm.

24m - They notice a weird "cable port" next to their house. Talullah shows Wilbur the treehouse they built

28m - Wilbur talks about how he pities Quackity for his loss

29m - Wilbur and Talullah are both knocked down by mobs. Wilbur manages to respawn and revive her in time. Roier arrives shortly after, having sprinted across the entire map to help

31m - Wilbur tells Tallulah that the next time he gets knocked down by a mob, run away

37m - Roier and Wilbur catch up

40m - Wilbur tells Talullah he and Roier have a bit of a "history"

42m 30s - Wilbur thanks Roier for coming to save Talullah, then they part ways

44m - With the iron Roier gave him, Wilbur makes a bucket for Talullah so she can do a waterbucket clutch if she's ever in danger

45m 30s - Talullah gives Wilbur the diamond she found on her adventure with Phil and Chayanne! Wilbur frames it and puts it on the wall

47m 30s - They start making a farm and chat a bit. Talullah says her favorite color is purple, and Wilbur says he likes teal

49m 30s - Wilbur sees (a shirtless? 🤨) Quackity in the distance and tells Talullah to go inside.

50m 30s - Wilbur reminds Quackity that he promised to keep Talullah out if things

52m 30s - Quackity asks Wilbur how he gets along with Talullah

54m - Quackity gives Wilbur the painting Talullah made of him. Wilbur apologizes for being so aggressive and invites Quackity over

55m - Wilbur asks Quackity how to get a crown

56m - Quackity changes into shorts (self-described "boots shorts"). 

57m 45s - Quackity says Tallulah reminds him of Tilin :((((

58m - He asks to observe how Talullah and Wilbur communicate and he starts taking notes

59m 30s - Tallulah asks why Quackity is acting so weird, and Wilbur says it's because he's grieving. He says Quackity needs love, and they're going to give it to him as a team. Even so, he tells Tallulah to tell him if Quackity ever makes her feel uncomfortable. Tallulah asks Wilbur if he’s part of their team, and Wilbur says “Maybe one day”

1h 30s - Tallulah hears Quackity crying and runs over to check on him

1h 2m - Quackity says he wanted to learn from Wilbur and Tallulah’s relationship, and Wilbur tries to make him feel better… by rhyming.

1h 4m - Quackity says Wilbur and Tallulah have such a great relationship, but he and Tilin didn’t have that kind of relationship

1h 5m - Wilbur says Tilin’s death wasn’t his fault (Quackity tearfully swaps back to wearing pants and dons some sunglasses to hide his tears)

1h 6m - Quackity tells Wilbur how he wants to kiIl Chayanne, and Wilbur says he's close to Chayanne and can possibly fix things

1h 7m - Tallulah asks if he wants a hug and he says no, but he accepts one from Wilbur (warning him not to mess up his expensive clothes

1h 8m - Quackity gives them some dry old popcorn & Tallulah says she likes Quackity’s sunglasses. Wilbur reminds him about their deal once more

1h 10m - Wilbur finds out Slime was the one Quackity wanted help killing for revenge

1h 12m - Wilbur tells Tallulah about his and Quackity’s agreement, but tells her he doesn’t want her to worry about the complexities of adult life. Tallulah says Quackity “better not touch Chayanne.” Wilbur says Quackity would lose a fight against Chayanne. Tallulah says “I may be little, but I know how to defend the ones I love.” 

1h 16m - Tallulah asks Wilbur to sing for her. Wilbur [not in his office] leaves to go look for one. 

1h 18m 30s - Tallulah requests a Lovejoy song (attagirl). Wilbur says a lot of his songs are grumpy songs

1h 20m - Wilbur eventually decides on “You’ll Understand When You’re Older” (apologising for his voice because it’s 3am where he is)

1h 23m - Wilbur promises he won’t disappear and he’ll always be around

1h 24m - Tallulah says she has a message for Wilbur but it’s something Chat isn’t allowed to see…?

1h 25m - Wilbur says goodnight to Tallulah and looks at the painting she made for him one more time before logging out. He says everyone on the server is obsessed with their Egg

[amazingphilza]

maniac :: cc!tommy x reader

angst (?) , platonic (?) , gender neutral ! ib: conan gray’s maniac

this is satire & note that i write the reader to be a few months younger than tommy (besides that, i think it is fully inclusive !)

synopsis : you put all your hard work towards a useless crush. with no expectation for reciprocated feelings in the first place, it still all ends in a bittersweet slap to reality.

you grew up with minecraft and it was an understatement to say it was part of your childhood

even years later, you still maintained interested in the game

it wasn’t just a simple video game, the community inspired you to do many things

you aspired to be like the creators you watched at a young age like sky, dantdm, cupquake, stampy, and many more

making people happy and entertained was a dream

and when minecraft slowly began trending again in 2019, you started making your own content whenever you felt like it out of fun

you never got much views but it was an enjoyable experience nonetheless

but it wasn’t until the first minecraft monday you decided to push a bit more with your hobbies and worked hard to make it somewhere

however balancing your passions with school wasn’t the easiest

given, you were still only around 15 and your content wasn’t even that good

with not much of a goal or plan with your youtube channel, you fell out of interest eventually

you loved minecraft but you always a rocky relationship with it; getting back into it for a few months then pretending it never really existed for another few

besides the occasional videos you watched in your pass time, you didn’t stay that updated

then lockdown happened

it changed everything and even got you regressing back to old interests

soon enough you were back to minecraft

there was so much to catch up on

hermitcraft season 7 just started, there was minecraft championships, and smp earth and smp live, and so much more to look forward to watching

you were a bit late on both of the smps but your interest peaked specially towards smp earth and it didn’t stop you from watching the past videos

you first gravitated towards a certain youtuber’s videos first since you remember stumbling onto his videos before from your recommended page; wilbur soot

besides recognizing him from his you laugh you lose series and making parody-type of songs, you didn’t know much

however with a few clicks, you had binge watched his smp earth series effortlessly

you found yourself falling down the endless hole, finding more creators to watch through wilbur

one in particular caught your eye in an interesting way

tommyinnit

my god, how can someone be so annoying and pushy in these videos? like shut up already

and to find out he was barely months older than you frustrated you

you just wanted to be better in some way

if someone like him could be popular, why can’t you? yelling at others and causing problems didn’t seem that hard

and so you went back to working hard on your previously failed youtube channel but this time with a goal; be better than tommyinnit

it was a weird aspiration in your head but it worked

he was your age and successful, why need a better motivator?

tommy wasn’t the sole reason why you strive to make content since you truly did want to create videos to entertain people like the youtubers you originally grew up watching

and with the amount of free time you had, you thoroughly analyzed his content; what was the most popular, how he streamed, edited his videos, everything

you just completely studied the algorithm in general

along the way, tommy’s personality grew on you

tommy was undoubtedly a very loud and energetic person but you became fond of his ambitions

you understood why he was popular at such a young age; he was a natural entertainer

your spite towards the boy turned into a hope

a hope to be at par with him someday and even be mutuals

and it was like your dreams were suddenly manifested into existence

you gained a large following in the early months of lockdown and even was recognized to be apart of minecraft championships

it felt like yesterday that you were just watching your favorite youtubers livestream the same competition

and now you were situation in a team to play yourself for the first time instead of being a viewer for once

not to mention, with tommyinnit as a teammate

how did you manage to get so lucky?

under the excitement, you felt beyond never nervous waiting in the empty discord call for your team to join you to practice the mini-games

in the middle of gathering your thoughts together, you heard a sound from discord signaling someone joined the call

“uh, hello?”

you heard the familiar british accent you spent hours listening to from countless streams and videos

“h-hi! i’m y/n, how are you?”

you hoped tommy couldn’t hear the strain in your voice due to fighting your nerves, but you quietly celebrated that you didn’t freeze up altogether

“oh i’m good, thank you. and i’m tommy by the way, this is the first time we’re speaking, yeah?”

“yep! it’s nice to meet you”

“yeah, i’ve seen your name around the timeline a few times, you seem cool”

oh my god what?

“thanks! um i actually really enjoy your content not gonna lie”

“oh wow, good shit!”

and the conversation smoothly went on, bouncing back and forth between you two before your other two teammates joined the call

once everyone was situated, you decided to start streaming since it was your first mcc and you wanted a vod of you practicing to look at later on as a memory

your chat immediately noticed how much you were enjoying yourself, especially after all the short stories of talking about who inspired you in the past

the smile plastered on your face never left

after stream and your other teammates went offline, it was you and tommy left in the call once together again

“it was nice talking to you tommy! and the practice was really fun, i cant wait for the actual competition!”

“yeah definitely, we’ll for sure place high”

“hopefully. it’s my first time and i hope i don’t cost us the dub”

“nah, you think so? i mean rt and plumbella are also our team mates so you know, it’s all for fun in the end”

you knew tommy was implying the teamwork wasn’t going to be the best compared to the other teams but at least in the end you’ve both made a new friend

“yeah you’re right!”

“anyway it’s getting late imma hop off”

“okay tommy, talk to you soon?”

“yep!”

“alright byee”

“bye!”

the moment he left the call, you felt a sense of relief before a small wave of sadness took over

you wanted to continue talking to tommy but you knew you had other responsibilities to tend to

for the rest of the day, you couldn’t stop thinking of the call and mcc practice

the funny jokes, singing random songs, screaming for no reason, everything

it even kept you awake until the early morning

you buried your head in a pillow and screamed into it after realization hit

y/n no

no no no no no no no

you tried to recall anything that remotely related your other teammates which you remembered that didn’t include tommy

even if it was a few hours ago, you couldn’t pin point something specific

no

i must just be forgetful, right?

what the hell did rt and plumbella even say that whole call?

you vividly remembered everything with tommy and it was clear to you why

surely not

with putting a hand on your chest above your heart, you confirmed that you couldn’t lie to yourself based on the rapid speed

you liked tommy for a good while but it hadn’t clicked to you until now

eventually you fell asleep due to exhaustion but that’s to say you didn’t do so without imagining spending more time with tommy

ever since that day, time went by in a flash

your team didn’t do the best in mcc but it had been a while since then to have that as a concern

sadly you and tommy didn’t talk as often as you hoped but that didn’t make you have less feelings for him

on some days you felt bad since you thought you didn’t know enough about him to even be allowed to crush on him

it was a bit unprofessional but you were nearly 16, it’s normal to have these little crushes right?

eventually time came to rescue when tommy asked you if you wanted to accompany him in the dream smp

undoubtedly, you said yes

and for the few months during summer, it was where you two became even closer than before

however, once both of you two had to go back and attend school, it was harder to catch up with each other

even on calls together off stream, the occasional snapchat notification going off irked you in a way you couldn’t explain

only winter break was the small pause on your disappointment

but even then, it was a slow but steady hill of repressed sadness and frustration until early spring of the following year

you had hoped 2021 would be better than last year but after scrolling through twitter one day and seeing stans making rumors about how tommy had a crush on one of his classmates gave you the same pain you felt when school started last fall

you dreaded to look over at tommy’s most recent story time stream vod where all the gossip arose from; it was him stumbling over his words with the mention of a girl during a certain part

jealousy wasn’t the right word to describe the way you felt

you would never go out of your way to make tommy reciprocate the feelings you had for him

and if he liked someone else the way you saw him, you wouldn’t mind

having a crush is ecstatic, and if he has someone like that too, you should be happy

right?

you tried

what finally broke you was seeing a tiktok a few weeks later of tommy in college with eryn and another girl talking

you didn’t know how she looked like or anything but you wanted to sob

good for him

she didn’t even say much in the video and you dont know enough about tommy’s personal life to jump to conclusions like this

you knew you were acting irrational and you couldn’t be upset at tommy for something he couldn’t control

if anything, you never directly showed interest in him

you didn’t want to in the first place

it was a bad idea from the start

you looked back at the past year and all your intentions

what kind of sick fanfiction did you think you were living?

becoming a content creator, hoping to blow up, just to talk to a big youtuber you had a crush on?

oh my god

y/n what is wrong with you?

listen to yourself, y/n

you need to get some help

whether tommy was dating or even just had interest someone was none of your business

you had to move on no matter what it was and be good and supportive friend

it was dreadful to get over a stupid crush like this but after so much work you put in, you gave some sympathy for yourself

in a friend perspective, you were happy with whatever tommy did and was satisfied your friendship together, but you hadn’t realized how much you gambled from the beginning

and just for a crush?

you couldn’t comprehend how far you gone because you fancied someone

it wasn’t like anyone could get famous and become a popular content creator either

and now with you being on the dream smp along with a successful youtube channel at 16? you were grateful something pushed you enough to work this hard

but you’d never forget the fact everything that lead up to this point was a crush on no other than tommyinnit which first spurred from complete spite

“who’s the one better off now?” your thoughts mocked you from the complete irony

sigh

y/n, you maniac

[echos-newlegs]

Hello There! I was wondering if you'd write 11 an 13 for Tech, please? I may request some other stuff for my favourite bad batcher and maybe even Rex later, but if you did that one i would be so happy!!! Have fun writing!! “I think I may be falling in love with you, and it scares me.." + “I just wanted an excuse to hold your hand.”

What's with you?

Bro he has been on my mind non stop since I read this request. He is literally so cute and I love him. He needs more love 😔 so thank you for sharing this and yes, yes I will be writing a story about this because these ideas you have are ADORABLE-

Tech x Reader: "I think I may be falling in love with you and it scares me.." + "I just wanted an excuse to hold your hand."

Warnings: nothing but fluff

You and Tech out of the bad batch were two of the closest. You were a no body before you met the bad batch. You studied things, a scientist of sorts. Though nothing official. You did do a lot of things when it came to researching and trying to come up with theories for why things happened. Plus you were good with your hands when it came to building things. So, instinctively. Hunter took you in, along with everyone else.

You didn’t really have a family. Where you grew up you were lucky you were still even alive. Though, Tech was obviously thankful. He cared for you so much. Even just the after the first time you spoke with him. You were shy at first, but after some warming up you were rather obnoxious. Plus. You knew your stuff, and the two of you could have a conversation on everything and anything for hours on end.

Useless information was your game, and you loved that you finally had someone to share it with.

It didn’t take long for you both to develop feelings. You were both fairly good at hiding it though. You were never one that was good with expressing feelings. The fear of abandonment and ruining the friendship you had always lurked in your conscious.

Tech was just scared. He had never felt this way before. Sure he’s had a couple hookups from 79’s, but never anything that mad him feel like you do. How you make him smile anytime even just a thought of you crosses his mind. How he gets butterflies in his stomach from just your laugh.

Or how his mind lurks and picks up the things you like. From how you enjoy your caf, to your favorite candies or flowers.

Or the thoughts that lurk within his mind when he’s alone and no one else is around.

He was so scared of all of it though. He was a clone. A defective one for Makers sake! He couldn’t like someone when his sole purpose in life was to fight and then be killed off like every other clone on existence. No thought to it, no remorse. No remembrance.

Though, one day when Hunter caught him staring at you while you were target practicing with Crosshair. Hunter told him something that made him a little less scared of the whole ordeal.

“You know it’s okay to like y/n, right?” Tech was shocked by his words. Blush creeping up the back of his neck. “Ah-what? I don’t- don’t be ridiculous.” He would stammer. A nervous chuckle escaping his lips. “Vod, don’t lie to me, I see the way you look at them.” He spoke, “I can sense the way you both feel for each other. Why don’t you do something about it? Live your life, enjoy what you can.” And before he could protest or ask anything Hunter was walking off. Leaving him to ponder.

Both.

It was simple. But it had the gears in his brain turning. Fast enough he nearly felt nauseous. ‘Both? As in y/n has feelings, too?’ He had to be kidding, right? Right. Who would like someone like.. Well like him.

Weeks had passed since that incident and he still thought about it. Hunter shooting him looks when it was just you and Tech talking to one another. Or when you two would sit next to one another. You hadn’t noticed, but Tech did.

So one day out on the field, Hunter had set up the plans where you went with Tech. Tech knew what he was trying to do. He was for sure it wouldn’t work. He was horrible with words when it came to flirting. Plus he knew for a fact that he would get nervous and stammer. Or jumble his words.

The two of you were in a lab like area. Bottles and beakers scattered around. Though your guy’s main interest was the large computer system towards the back. The data base that had all the information you guys needed.

Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair were out being your distraction while the two of you got to work on hacking into the system. You taking over for a bit while tech worked on something else. You could tell he was nervous, but you weren’t sure why. It wasn’t like him. He was normally always comfortable around him. It made you wonder if you did something wrong?

Once the files were transferred Tech grabbed what you two needed, and then your hand. Pulling you out of the room and back to the exit.

You were internally screaming. His fingers laced around your hand. His was a bit larger than yours, and you had never realized it. Not until now. Your heart racing a marathon. Techs was, too.

You let go when he did. Which was when the two of you made it back to the group. “You get it?” Hunter asked, and you nodded. Tech speaking a quick, ‘affirmative.’ You and the rest of the boys heading out of the facility and booking it for the ship.

No use sticking around and waiting for more droids to be deployed.

Hours had passed since the mission, and you were sitting on your bunk after a short shower. You normally were able to relax in the shower, but now? No, you couldn’t. You were still in shock by Techs actions. He was in the cockpit. Flying the ship, and you wanted to ask about it so badly, but you were anxious. It had to be a mistake. You were overthinking it. You had to be.

Though, you were walking to the cockpit without thinking. When you realized it you were already at the door. No use turning back now. You entered, and saw him dozing off in the seat. Ship in hyperdrive. “Oh sorry,” you blurted when he looked up with a tired gaze. “Oh, no, you’re fine.” Tech spoke a bit quickly. “Did you need something?” He asked, moving his goggles to rub his eyes. Then pulled them back down.

You were tempted to back out. Say you were just looking for him and head back for your bunk, but your curiosity got the best of you. “Can I sit with you?” He nodded. Shifting in his seat as you sat in the copilot seat. The door shutting behind you.

He was watching you now. His own curiosity striking him. Thoughts running through his own mind as to why you were there and what you wanted. “I just uhm.. you licked your lips and sighed. Looking down to your hands. Which were fidgeting in your lap. Then back to him. “Why’d you grab my hand earlier?”

You saw him freeze up, and you grew more nervous. “I mean, I don’t mind but you just- you’ve never grabbed my hand before.” You spoke, fidgeting more. “You always just tell me to follow you, I was just wondering, is all.” You rambled. Looking to his eyes, you could practically see his brain turning.

“Well..” he spoke, clearing his throat. Then turning to look back out the front of the ship. “In all honesty, y/n, I just wanted an excuse to hold your hand.” The bluntness of his own statement shocked the both of you.

You were surprised, and you caught yourself staring off into space, figuratively. Eyes looking back up to Techs face when he looked back to you. Catching his eyes with your own. “Really?” You asked, and watched as his tanned skin turned nearly pink. Your own skin it’s own rosy shad as well. “Yes, I’m sorry.”

You frowned a bit at the apology. Reaching over to place your hand on his shoulder. “Don’t apologize, Tech.” You added, watching as he looked down to your hand then back to your face. “I told you, I didn’t mind.” You grew a bit sheepish. Retracting your hand a bit at your next words. “I liked it, actually.”

He reached up to grab your hand before you could pull it away fully. Turning in his seat to face you completely now. Squeezing at your hand a bit and you looked back with a curious gaze. “Really?” You smiled at the look of hope and shock written in his eyes. “Yeah, really.”

You both stared at each other like love sick teens. Until tech looked down to your hands. Breaking the gaze. “Can I tell you something now?” You nodded, watching as he played with your fingers anxiously. “Of course, what is it, Tech?”

“I think I may be falling in love with you,” his voice was softer and more timid than before. “And it scares me.” He looked up to you, with worried eyes. You were at a loss for words, to say the least. Mouth slightly agape, and his eyes lowered again.

“I went too far, didn’t I? I didn’t mean to upset you,” he let go of your hand and you reached up to place it on his cheek. Shaking your head with a small smile. A smile that screamed, ‘I love you, too.’ “No, Tech, you didn’t go too far. Tech, I think I’m, no— I know I’ve fallen in love with you. I’m just,” you trailed off. “I’m not the best with stating feelings, I have had issues with past relationships and I didn’t want to scare you.” You admitted, and he leaned into your touch. Watching you carefully.

“I’ve just never met anyone else who makes me feel the way you do.” The words made you melt. Leaning forward to hug the other, kissing his cheek. “Well, I’m glad you told me,” he chuckled. Pulling you out of your seat and over to sit on his lap. Nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “If I waited any longer Hunter would have went insane.” That made you chuckle a bit. Smiling softly as he placed a chaste kiss to your shoulder.

“What does this make us then?” You pulled back to look at him, grinning softly as you rested your head against his forehead. “I guess.. an item? Is that what they call it? Partners, lovers..” your trailed on, and he giggled a bit at that. “I like lovers,” you were internally squealing at that. Smiling as he leant in and pressed a short and soft kiss to your lips. Humming contently. “Lovers it is.”

[forestwater87]

Okay, for all of you who don't feel like watching Miles RP as David

Here are some of my favorite quotes. Context may be added if I feel like it. Reactions are my goblin brain screaming. All of these came from a discord so if they don't make sense . . . see goblin brain comment.

(That link should start directly at the point where he becomes David; if it doesn't, skip to 1:40:33)

In roughly chronological order:

David: "Teachers are sort of like camp counselors during the rest of the year."

The thing is David is absolutely up his own ass enough to think this.

David: "Trail mix is expensive!"

^ said to show he understands why not everyone can donate to the charity for teachers. Very adorable, am crying.

David's "ooooh" seeing one dude was extremely non-heterosexual. Fucking bicon. Him losing his mind that one of the arenas is called "Survey camp"

David: "A person's hitting me -- I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry this is just pretend!"

This is just canonically how David plays video games. Either this or he's unwilling to commit violence at all, but I'll defer to Miles.

David: "That's very goat of you!"

Spencer: "Is David popular amongst his campers?"

David: "I like to think so! There's only 3 staff members, so I'm definitely in everyone's top 3."

"That also means you're in the bottom 3."

David: "Well, I choose not to think of it that way."

(I have to keep adding reacts so you can tell when one quote ends and another begins. Judge not lest ye be judged)

I think the other person in the stream is named Spencer. Friend of Miles. I know literally nothing else about him and am not even confident on those facts.

Every time he says something so non-David in his David voice I die: "I have a lot of grenades!"

David: "Oh my goodness, would you look at this beautiful scenery! Can we hike that mountain?"

This is so goddamn cute. I am dying. Miles looked at his fans and said "they will eat tonight" and I am so relieved.

David: "Not to be a couple of Greedy Garys, but I say we get this [care package] and then I'll drop another one!"

The fact that Miles is grinning like a lunatic the entire time is very good. (Also if this is formatted badly then I'm sorry but not all that sorry. I'm doing my best and David would be proud of me.)

David: "Didja getim? Didja getim? didja getim? How 'bout now?"

Spencer: "I didn't get 'em."

David: "Well, you tried your best and that's all that matters."

He calls healing "a little health kiss." I'm not sure why but it's very important to me.

David: [while jumping to murder someone] "Hi! Scuse me!"

(i just need something to separate the quotes okay)

David: "Well you know what gang, we did our best. You don't always win the 3-legged race. You did a wonderful job!"

Then there's a bit where they talk about Spencer's time at summer camp:

David: "ooooh hand-holding's pretty serious!"

David is too pure.

David: [dreamily] "Did you fall in love, Spencer? A summer love?" [puts hands up to his face]

Then there's the fact that David/Miles gets to pick where they play each round, and he keeps insisting on going to the one called "Survey Camp" every single time because it has the word "camp" in it.

David: "Now, I don't like to disagree, but . . . I was thinking we could go . . . to Survey Camp!"

Spencer reminds him that technically since David's the one with the power to choose, his opinion is the only one that matters:

David: "Everyone's opinion matters. And my opinion is we're going to camp."

David just steamrolling over Spencer's interests is very good. There are these little selfish nuggets sprinkled in among the wholesomeness that really capture the full David experience.

David: "Well, he's climbing up . . . he's coming my direction . . . oh, he looks scary . . ."

Spencer: "Is he coming towards me?"

David: "Oooh, I don't know. I'm dead!"

The positivity is relentless. I think Miles said on twitter afterwards that this whole thing was exhausting and I can see why. Being David is no picnic . . .

David: "I have a question: do we have to shoot each other in this game?"

And then a few seconds later:

David: "I'm just wondering if maybe there's a way we can, you know, help others. Talk through our issues."

And a few seconds after that:

David: "I was asking if they wanted to be friends in the game!"

I believe that moved killed him, too. Precious.

Also we're interrupting the real Miles!David content to share something my friend suggested to me while I was watching this and giving her quotes; she said that maybe David just calls everything camp to make life more fun, and then sent me this imaginary exchange that actually killed me all the way to death:

David: Gwen Santos would you go to marriage camp with me

Gwen: I'm going to have to change this story when I tell everyone

It made me laugh quite a bit.

Anyway, back to the video!

Spencer: "How do you sign up for [Camp Campbell]?"

David: "Well, um, you can fax, uh, an application to CameronCCampbell@hotmail.realwebsite.noreallyrealwebsite.com. And . . . you can know that myself and Gwen and Quartermaster and sometimes Mr. Campbell will do our best to make sure they get what they need! Which more than anything is love and support. And friendship."

Spencer: "How many dollars does this camp cost?"

David: "You know . . . it is, um . . ."

And then the conversation switches subjects and David breathes a sigh of relief.

Very shortly after this he changed his character from a woman (she was wearing a yellow shirt, which he liked because the campers wear yellow shirts) to "a Forward Scout with a positive attitude!"

"I like his style."

Spencer: "Does everybody abuse David verbally?"

David: "You know, sometimes people have harsh words. Mostly Max, and Neil, and Gwen, and Quartermaster, and Nurf."

Spencer: "Did you just list almost everyone?"

David: "Mmm . . . I'd say maybe a third."

Poor David. Somebody please protect him.

Spencer: "Yeah, I think people abuse David. I get that vibe. Or at least, I feel it in my heart. Like I wanna put ants in your bunk or something."

David: "Well, I think that says more about maybe some of the hurt you're carrying with you. And sometimes when people don't know how to process that, they act out. Do you want some trail mix?"

David just said his favorite part of trail mix is the raisins which is so cute. "They have a little bit of salt on them, which isn't typical for a raisin."

And he keeps telling chatters to watch their language.

David: "Who is my favorite camper? Aww, you know I couldn't pick a favorite! . . . But I know who has the most potential, even if he doesn't want to admit it."

I KNEW IT!!!!!

I've been saying for years that David doesn't have a favorite and gravitates towards the ones he thinks need him the most AND I FINALLY GOT ONE RIGHT!

David: "Well you know, Gwen swears and that's okay."

shipping intensifies

David: [gasp] "The moss is growing on the north side of the rock!"

Every time he nerds out about weird shit in the game I gain 3 seconds to my life.

Spencer: "Did you get teabagged?"

David: "What's that?"

Spencer: "It's where somebody places their most intimate bits on you for . . . friendship."

David: [softly] "Oh, I don't know about that."

Also David confirms that the whole show has been a single summer, so please see the "vindication" gif above.

David: "I know a lot of fun camp songs."

Spencer: "Sing 3."

David: [starts singing] "Bum-bum-bumblebee, bumblebee tuna, I love bumblebee, bumblebee tuna . . ."

Spencer: "Okay, please stop. I immediately regret this decision."

David: "Max said the same thing! One of my campers. And, uh, and my co-counselor, Gwen."

He's literally made of sunshine. I would die for this fictional man.

Spencer: "Are people at camp against their will? I feel like they are."

David: "No! . . . They don't always like it immediately, but it grows on them."

Spencer: "It sounds like they're there against their will."

David: "Well I just think that's a negative way of looking at it."

FWIW Spencer makes an excellent foil to David. Not as aggressive as Max or as dour as Gwen, but he brings a very . . . like, straight-man energy to the conversation. Like how a normal person would react to David IRL. I'd enjoy seeing these two interact more.

Spencer: "It's like your overpositivity is wanting me to balance it out with negativity."

David: "You know, I feel like that dynamic's pretty popular with me."

eeeeeeee <3

And the last one that I personally found noteworthy:

David: "One day we'll be able to afford safety equipment. Until then, we'll just have to deal with Quartermaster's Ropes Course. And a lot of pillows."

There's point near the last 20 minutes where either it got kinda boring or I just got too tired to keep track. But if there are any quotes you think I missed, please share them! This was a really lovely bit of content to feed our starving maw, and I appreciate Miles very very very much for taking one for the team.

[comm-caribou]

Chapter Twenty-Two: Breaking Point

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: PTSD, past trauma, fire, night terrors, blood, gore (let me know if I missed any!)

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Air escaped his chest seconds after he fell, and all the squad could do was watch. Their squad leader was wheeled off, never to be seen again.

Then the faceless troopers disappeared into vapor as three new troopers charged him. One shoved him into a corner, and they began beating him until he was tasting blood.

It was like he blinked and then they were laughing together, he was feeling safe.

Grit placed a hand on his shoulder, and then in a flash he was out of reach.

Blood and fire filled his nose as Grit burned before his eyes, and a monster charged him, and bit down on his arm.

The inferno-made creature tore into his flesh, thrashing him around as a blaze roasted his side.

Fang cried, screaming out for Coyote.

****

Mirage scooped Fang up like a toddler in a night terror, and carried him down the hall.

Don’t drop him, don’t drop him, don’t drop him…

“I thought we don’t get battle stress!” Cooper exclaimed.

“It’s rare,” Boomerang ran ahead to get the door, “but it does happen. Mostly to defects.”

“That’s not funny,” Coyote snapped.

“It wasn’t a joke.” Boomerang directed him to the bed, “lay him down.”

“Fang’s always had issues,” Cooper muttered.

“Now’s not the time for your observations, Coop,” Boomerang powered up Kit, “even if they’re right.”

Mirage stood back against the wall, holding his head. He decided this time he could blame his headache on being woken up so suddenly.

Not that it mattered, because Mirage had no dreams he could ever remember. It was easy to fall back into the black.

Kit approached Fang, scanning him.

Tracks placed a hand on Mirage’s forehead, reminding him the pilot was there.

“What?” Mirage managed a chuckle, “do I look sick?”

Tracks nodded, tapping the white on his fatigues.

“Do I look pale?” Mirage asked.

Tracks nodded.

Mirage sunk down the wall, “I think I’ll sit then.”

Tracks sat down next to him, offering Mirage his shoulder to rest on.

“Thanks, vod,” Mirage muttered, closing his eyes.

His head was throbbing.

“I’m contacting the General and Commander,” he heard Cooper announce before he dozed off.

****

Monsters with cold eyes, necks the length of trees hovered over him.

He couldn’t move.

He was pinned down by heavy rocks crushing his three remaining limbs.

“Begin.”

The voice was cold, emotionless.

Empty of any sympathy for him.

In their pitch black eyes, he wasn’t human.

Every part of him began to be ripped away.

Piece-by-piece.

One-by-one.

Like a droid being dissembled, and thrown aside for spare parts of a later project.

“Fang?”

The voice of angel called out to him.

“Fang?”

Like a siren’s song calling to him.

The weight on his arm lifted, and he raised his tattered limb as the monsters hovering over him blew away like sand.

He was whole.

****

He opened his eyes for her.

Despite being so sweaty, his skin felt cold and his dark skin was a sickly gray.

“Fang?” Juliette brushed his dark curls back, “what’s wrong, cyar’ika?”

Fang whispered, low enough only her ears could catch, “I think I need a day off.”

Juliette couldn’t help but laugh. She lowered herself down, hugging him tight and kissing his cheek.

His arms wrapped around her, and he sighed.

“How is he?” Hardwire touched her back, “you fix the situation?”

“For now.” Juliette tightened her grip on Fang, “I think a day off will do him good.”

Hardwire gave her a quick pat, then went off to tell the other troops still sleepy and standing around in their matching red and black fatigues.

Juliette tilted Fang’s head to her, “alright, cyar’ika. You want to talk about?”

Fang’s gaze shifted to her mouth, “later?”

“Sure,” she placed a hand on his chest, keeping him at bay. “You kind of interrupted my very late dinner.”

Fang sat up, “let’s go.”

“Go?” Juliette instinctively took his hand.

“Fang, you better take it easy!” Boomerang called after him.

Fang grabbed Coyote by his collar, “yes, sir.”

Then Coyote was being dragged along too.

The look in his blue eyes told Juliette he wasn’t sure what was happening either.

****

It was like floating in a void, until his brothers shook him awake.

Tiredly, Mirage stretched, “I’m up…”

“We’re going to bed now,” Hardwire said.

“Is Fang okay?” Mirage got up, steadying himself on the wall.

“He had a night terror,” Cooper took his arm. “You okay, Raj?”

“Just tired,” Mirage lied, “yesterday was stressful. I honestly don’t blame the kid for freaking out a little.”

“I think it was more than a little.” Cooper countered. “He woke up everyone in the barracks.”

Tracks made a face, almost as if saying it was debatable.

“Either way,” Hardwire squeezed Cooper’s shoulder, “go to bed. I don’t want any of you sleep deprived.”

“Same to you,” Cooper elbowed him.

Mirage’s gaze shifted to Boomerang. Typical of his brother, he was packing and repacking his medical kits again.

“Mirage?”

Hardwire’s voice cut into his thoughts, bringing him back to reality. His brothers were already at the door, ready to leave.

“You okay?” Hardwire waved the other two off.

“Yes,” Mirage walked over to Boomerang, “just going to wait for him.”

Hardwire nodded, then shut the door without a word.

Boomerang looked up, just for a moment, then immediately began unpacking every piece in his bag.

“Doc, why do you do that?” Mirage sat on the exam table, “you know what’s in there already.”

“It calms me,” Boomerang answered, “knowing it’s all there and where exactly it is. Your headaches are getting worse, aren’t they?”

“Only when I haven’t been sleeping well,” Mirage shrugged, “or stressed. Also when I’m hungry.”

Boomerang closed the pack, then grabbed Mirage’s face.

“Doc?”

Boomerang roughly turned Mirage’s head, feeling around his temple.

“Same spot?”

“It’s always the same spot.”

“Can I do a brain scan?”

Mirage groaned, “why? I just want to go to bed.”

“You keep pushing it off,” Boomerang forced Mirage to meet his eye, “it’s like you want me to suffer.”

“Doc, what are you talking about?” Mirage asked, “how is my headaches causing you issues?”

“Because I know something is wrong,” Boomerang declared, “and you’re being stubborn. Let me fix you.”

He’s not going to let this go. Every test on Kamino and all clears from the doctors there mean nothing to him, not until he’s more than a hundred percent sure himself.

Mirage sighed, “fine. If it means I get to go to bed.”

To his surprise, Boomerang actually hugged him; tight enough that he almost couldn’t breathe.

Mirage pat his back, “are you going to fix me, or keep hugging me?”

“Shut up, Pretty Boy,” Boomerang mumbled, hanging on tighter.

****

“Where are we?” Juliette asked, looking at the unfamiliar, dark space behind the mess.

Fang flipped on a light.

She immediately recognized the room, but it was still surprising to see the ship actually had one.

“We have a kitchen?“ Coyote softly gasped.

Fang took their hands, “I ran into Stickler, and he told me we can use this if we want.”

“For what?“ Juliette asked, “do you know how to cook?”

“I’d like to learn,” Fang sat them down at the counter. “So, are you hungry?”

Coyote turned to Juliette, “I can eat.”

“I haven’t eaten in a while,” Juliette giggled.

“Jeez,” Coyote turned to Fang, “feed your girlfriend.”

“I’m working on it,” Fang took stuff out of the fridge, “now don’t judge me too harshly. I’m still learning.”

Coyote turned back to Juliette, “I think we should critique every move he makes.”

“I think so too,” Juliette teased.

Fang turned to her, smiling, “would you like a ration bar?”

Juliette held up her hands in surrender, “keep that disgusting excuse of food away from me.”

Fang walked over to the other side, and kissed her forehead.

Coyote faked a gag, “don’t tell me you dragged me here to watch this.”

“No,” Fang chuckled, “you two chat. I cook.”

Juliette smiled, turning to Coyote, “I think Fang is making sure we’re buddies.”

“I think so,” Coyote agreed.

“I didn’t know we were enemies.”

“You didn’t? I thought it was pretty obvious.”

Fang rolled his eyes, “quit teasing.”

Juliette smiled, he seems a little better.

****

Fang started chopping, listening to his girlfriend and brother talking.

He felt comfortable, and was certain he was okay.

But he still didn’t want to go to bed.

If he went to bed, he was certain he’d have a nightmare again.

He’d see himself and everyone he loves die.

[jessiebanethedragon]

White Sands Warm the Cold Sea (pt5)

Summary: the reader, betrothed to a disgusting Coruscanti Lord flees her home world and lands herself in a plethora of trouble, a ship of clones, and one pirate captain whose cold exterior needs much more than the tropical seaside sun.

Chapter one

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter four

Warnings: Swearing, takes place in time periods where women have dowery's and suchlike. The readers dad and betrothed are asses.

“Please I am begging you, not Coruscant. Take me anywhere else, do whatever you like, just don’t send me back to him.” You ramble as you're pushed down the stairs from before and forced into a small cell.

“Sergeant's orders,” The clone shrugs. And tears fall freely, whatever awaited you as Nythons wife has now become impossibly worse as a result of your running. You try to stifle them when you see Tech again, and your hands grasp the cold bars.

“Tech!” you screech like a madwoman, “you said you would help me, you said you knew him!” You see him guilty look away, and pull a crate of medical supplies into his arms.

“Wrecker I need you on the deck, Crosshair needs a stim and you know how he gets…” He says to the larger clone, who must go by Wrecker, making the one called Crosshair presumably the one injured in your saving. Wrecker nods and follows him towards the stairs.

“P-please,” You try once more, standing in a cell, with a ruined dress, gunpowder in your hair, battered muscles and tears leaving the only trails of clean skin on your face.

Neither of them even turn to look back at you.

For whatever kind of terrible wife you may have made, you’re a decidedly worse stowaway. You groan at it all, not even having made it a full cycle hidden on the ship before being caught. And the pain from having smashed into the hull of the vessel itself hurts so much, like all of your muscles are stuck in a permanent cramp. You flop onto the wooden floor of the cage the clones have thrown you in, but refuse to cry again.

Above you, an intense argument starts.

“Wield that thing at me again Tech and you’ll lose your hand.” Someone snaps

“It is a stim Crosshair not a kriffing viroblade!” Tech’s voice is easily discernible for that of a clone. You realise it’s softer, and has less of the gritty depth and rather more of a thoughtful comforting sound. So even when he’s frustrated he still sounds kind.

“Wrecker you’re fucking terrible at stealth.” Crosshair, you presume, states.

“Just take the needle vod you need it!” a deeper set voice chimes in.

“Give it to the girl, she hit the hull hardest, not to mention the iron hold Hunt’er must have had on her.” You hear him sigh after that.

“Cross don’t start something…” Tech warns,

“It’s Volim -kriffing- Nython.” He seethes. “Maker forgive us if we give her back to him.”

“I was not aware you had suddenly become so religious…”

Tech.” Crosshair cuts in, “He used to collect Lekku for fun-”

“I know.”

“And Zabarak horns.”

“I know.”

“How many of our brothers did he kill?” “Crosshair I Know!” You hear Tech shout before everyone falls quiet. You hear mumbling next but can't make out what's being said. “Take the stim or don’t, see if I care.” You hear him slam something down before you hear and see footsteps approaching.

Tech makes his way back down into the brig, walking past your cell to put the medpack back on the furthest wall. And you let him walk by you again before saying something.

“Tech?” You croak out, thinking he will keep walking up the few steps back onto the bridge, except he stops, does not turn to you, but stops nevertheless. “I do not know much about Clones…” You admit gulping. “But at least I thought mandalorians had more honor.”

“And do we look like mandalorians to you?” He counters, not with malice but almost as a genuine question.

“Your armor did.” You say and you watch as he turns. Blocking the light that's coming in from the door, his auburn hair and curious eyes that he knows usually get the better of him. And underneath the baggy pants that are tucked into his boots, you see a flash of the under most shirt, a faded symbol on his chest beneath the white layers of loose fitting cloth.

“How do you know what clone armour looked like, and yet not know anything about clones?” He enquires earnestly.

You take a deep breath thinking about how to phrase your answer, and considering you’re on borrowed time you think it's best to keep it short.

“Lekku and Horns weren't the only things he collected.”

His face plummets before he bolts out of the brig.

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The Captain of the havoc Marauder has just about finished his first flask of whiskey when one of his soldiers comes bursting through the doors to his private rooms.

“Have you ever heard of knocking Tech?” Hunter Inquires, his heavy coat draped over his sleeping area and his hat thrown somewhere amongst his pile of clothes. Leaving him in rolled up sleeves, his red bandana and threadbare pants that desperately needed replacing. From here tech can see his traitor branding on the inner arm and the pirate sigil necklace that he’d nicked from Hondo some years back.

“Captain - Sarge…” Tech says quickly knowing his brothers are probably nosing their ways over here sooner rather than later. “I want to propose an alternate route.”

“To Coruscant?” Hunter asks with a raised eyebrow.

“The Alderaanian trading post.” He states firmly. “We’d be there in a matter of rotations, the wind and the currents are in perfect conditions. She’d be out of our hair in days…”

“I’m not harbouring a fugitive, soldier.” Hunter cuts him off glaring.

“She is not a fugitive.” Tech argues, turning around as Crosshair and Wrecker join him in the captain's quarters before turning back to his captain. “That woman has done nothing wrong.”

“He’s right.” Crosshair says agreeing with someone for once. “The Corellian Run is a straight shot to Alderaan.”

“This is not up for debate soldiers.” He grits out.

“We are not giving her to that monster sarge. We’re just not.” Everyone turns to Wrecker in shock, despite his appearance and love for all things gunpowder, Wrecker is always the one to follow orders, to do what needs to be done - never challenge the hierarchy of power.

“Is this a mutiny?” Hunter threatens,

“This is us not throwing an innocent woman into the hands of Volim Nython!” Tech exclaims and even before Hunter can respond the room erupts.

Well, Clone Force 99 was never really known for its teamwork skills anyways.

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You cast your eyes towards the boards that make up the ceiling of the brig when the yelling starts. For all the subtle differences between each Clone it becomes impossible to pick out who is yelling at whom and what they are arguing about.

Well, given your current predicament maybe it was not too hard to pick out what the crew is shouting about.

With a soft sigh you lay flat on the floor of the ship and close your eyes, rocking with the creaking of the hull and your ruined dress splayed out creating a wonderful contrast to the dark wood floor. Perhaps the sea was not as terrifying as you thought. Your fingers explored the wooden floor, gently as to not catch any splinters. Cracked nails brush over hardened wood and cascade over a cold nail. And you stay suspended in what could be your last moments of peace.

After a few moments of trying to block out the shouting your brain catches up to itself. And you roll to one side, fingers moving quicker now as they try to find that same spot. Where everything else is flush, flat barely a difference between warm wood and the cool metal circles of nails firmly embedded one stands taller than the rest.

You stop your frantic hands before they make contact with the rusty nail, it’ll be tricky to work out of the dry wood, and your likely to cut yourself or start an infection through a split fingernail. So you pivot on your bottom, put your hands behind your back for stability and give the nail a calculated kick.

Your foot does little more than bend the thing, and push your skirts up in an unladylike manner, but with this new angle you can safely work the chunk of metal out of the floorboard. And later rather than sooner you are now sitting on the floor, one rusty nail richer.

The obvious call to action is to pick the lock and you doubt your abilities before quickly realising there’s no better plan in sight. And so you push yourself against the steel bars and crock your arm at the worst angle to start working on the lock. Every large wave threatens to snap your shoulder from its socket. Your knees are bruised, your arm hurts so much, and with every fall you were reminded of the not too pleasant experience from earlier and how much your ribs still hurt. And in some combination of luck, movement of the nail, a crash of a wave and maker only knows what else, that final wave sends the nail into place and you crash through the door to the cell as it swings open.

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